I, too, know the begging ledge on the high bluff of my heart whispering for me to leave the simple pain of having a body at all.
“Snow Angel Boy
With the train track eyes,
For how long have you been searching for an exit?
I too sought the Grim Reaper,
Found his reflection in
Pills and toilets and oncoming traffic;
I forgot that I was not alone,
That so many of us render
Pillows and coat hangers and glove compartments
Into weapons of self-destruction;
I’ll share my story,
Listen to yours,
And maybe we’ll realize that we are not enlightened,
But we are the ones who are blind;”
from “Snow Angel Boy,” by Rebecca Chan, in loving memory of Jake Oslin.
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“I’ve never really understood,
I’ve always floated by.
Somehow this plan was working
and I never questioned why,
until your heart settled on me
and put me through distress,
that day I had to wonder if
I’d rather not progress.
The first 3 dates are comfortable
but I don’t like to move.
I like getting to know you
without needing to improve.
Maybe I haven’t been in love
but the thought is suffocating –
just walk with me, just hold my hand
just find me captivating.”
– Grazia Curcuru